Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Ash Williams.
The Chosen One looks an utter mess. His facial hair is overgrown and raggedy, his clothes unwashed and dirty. He looks like he hasn’t slept in a month.
Tonight is the first time we’ve seen him since The Sandman took his son to save Sandy Rogers life.
He stands inside a dungeon, a lit torch in his hand as his own guide.
Suddenly, a voice booms.
“I’m glad you found me,” says The Sandman, who appears in front of him.
Ash oddly doesn’t fight.
“I’ve been searching for this place all month and then out of the blue, you send me the co-ordinates in a dream. This is a trap, isn’t it? I know it to be true.”
The Sandman shakes his head.
“The Sands of Time are a fickle creature. Your son doesn’t have the power I require to save Sandy. Should I use him, I’ll kill him.”
That brings Ash Williams forward aggressively.
“No,” he pleads. “I’ll take his place. I’ll go back.”
The Sandman points to a cell behind him in which Jessie Williams lays, unconscious. He’s not hooked up to any machines and appears to be safe. Ash rushes over, checking for a pulse and finding one. He lowers his head in relief, turning to see The Sandman stood at the door.
“I’m willing to make you a deal,” The Sandman offers with his arms folded. “Both you and your son can leave here, but on one condition.”
Gasp.
Jessie wakes up.
“I’m listening,” Ash says, looking at his son. “We’re listening.”
Cut.
Darklord can still hear the sound of his words bouncing off the walls of the city, a discarded brick stained with his Carthian blood lying next to him as he shouts into the night.
“Very well, mouse warrior. You want me to crush you, I’ll be hapy to oblige.”
With little effort, Darklord stands, assessing the direction his foe would have escaped from. Before long, he has made up his mind and disappears into the night after The Reaper.
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Sometime later
Reaper stands looking out over what appears to be a grassy clearing, dimly lit in the moonlight. Scratching his head, he looks down at a roughly drawn map with a handscrawled note across the bottom – illegible at a glance.
“I don’t understand.”
He speaks aloud to himself with nobody else around to hear him. Or so he thinks…
“You humans never do.”
The voice of Darklord sounds from behind him and Reaper spins around with fists already cocked and ready to fire. Darklord advances towards him, emotionless with his eyes trained on his foe. His demeanor has changed somewhat, now approaching The Reaper with almost weariness… Or a modicum of respect.
“I am not sure what you’re hoping to find out here. But there is nothing for you.”
Reaper smiles.
“I can see that. But I appreciate you taking the time to keep tabs on me, following me halfway across the state for all your troubles. You must really like me to follow me into the middle of nowhere, just for a chat.”
Darklord does not process the sarcasm in Reaper’s voice at all, taking the comments at face value.
“My feelings toward you are insignificant, akin to how you humans would see an annoying fly buzzing around their faces. I am about ready to swat you little fly.”
Reaper steps forward, standing on his toes so that he can nearly reach Darklord’s face.
“Buzz fucking buzz bitch…”
An audible crack from Darklord’s giant neck sounds as he cranes it looking down at his foe. The Carthian has clearly lost patience, but Reaper gets his words in ahead of him.
“I don’t know what you’re hiding out here, but if you think you’re going to get rid of me without a fight, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Darklord swings his giant fist towards Reaper, but Reaper is quick to disarm the Carthian with a kick to the inside of his knee, taking Darklord down. Again, by the time he is able to stand, Reaper has disappeared into the night. Darklord responds with a frustrated shout, venting his annoyance to nobody in particular.
But the stage is set for the giant Carthian to face the Human Warrior. Can The Reaper survive the God King’s attack when there is nowhere to run?
Cut.
Tonight, it’s the “Murder Fist” Michael Miller taking on “Sugar” Sean Pierre. And this match is underway!
DING DING DING!
Sean Pierre wastes no time and rushes towards Miller, meeting him in the middle of the ring. The two of them circle each other, trying to get a feel for the other. Miller starts feinting jabs to gauge distance. He throws a kick to the outer thigh that shocks Pierre. He throws another one, the sound of his shin smacking on Pierre’s thigh echoes throughout the slaughterhouse. Miller throws another one, but Pierre smartens up and checks it.
He clutches at his knee!
Miller follows up with a one two combination that sends Pierre reeling backwards on his heels into the corner.
RIGHT! LEFT!
LEFT! RIGHT!
A flurry of punches from Miller causes Pierre to cover up.
HOOK TO THE LIVER DROPS HIM! PIERRE SCREAMING IN AGONY!
Miller backs up a few paces and charges towards the corner but Pierre has rolled out of the ring to safety. Miller goes out to chase after him but Pierre rolls back into the ring. Pierre catches Miller on the way in and drops an elbow onto the back of his head while clutching at his side.
DROPSAULT!
LANDED INTO A MOONSAULT COVER!
AMAZING AGILITY BY THE DEBUTING SEAN PIERRE!
Pierre with the cover hooking the outside leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH- NO KICKOUT.
Pierre sits up, still clutching at his side. He quickly runs the ropes and leaps high into the air with a beautiful hang time style leg drop across the throat of Miller. He picks Miller up but he breaks free, several elbows to the side of the head. He grabs a hold of him by the neck and starts driving hard knees into the mid section.
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE! PIERRE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE HUGE COUNTER!
He butterflies the arms, this could be it! The tower of power too sweet to be sour…
COLD CRUSH!!!
NO!
MILLER ESCAPES DOWN THE BACK!
KICK TO THE GUT!
HUUUUUGE POWERBOMB!!!
FOLLOWED BY THE GROUND AND POUND!
MURDER FIST’S RAMPAGE!!!
HE’S ATTACKING EVERY OPENING!
ELBOW DOWN THE CENTER STRAIGHT TO THE JAW!
PIERRE DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO COVER UP AND NOT EXPOSE ANY PARTS OF HIS BODY.
NOW HE’S ATTACKING THE HURT LIVER!
HE REPEATEDLY DROPS ELBOWS, PUNCHES, AND NOW HE HAS TRANSITIONED INTO HAMMER STRIKES OVER AND OVER AND OVER!
PIERRE SCREAMING IN AGONIZING PAIN!
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HE TAPS!
HE TAPS!
HE TAPS!!!
Michael Miller picks up the win!
Sometime after the show.Voynich has left The Slaughterhouse and has gone back home. He sits in a large leather chair, utterly exhausted – both mentally and physically.
Suddenly, a portal opens.
And through it steps Sigil.
The Best Kept Secret immediately leaps to his feet.
“I knew it’d be a matter of time before I saw you,” Voynich bemoans.
Sigil chuckles.
“You and I are far from over. Both of us know that,” he replies. “But I was hoping we could put aside our differences.”
Voynich scoffs.
“I’ll never trust you,” he angrily states. “You killed Malice and Wynona right in front of me. You only care about yourself.”
Sigil shrugs and nods his head at the same time.
“You’re right, but I’ve been searching for a crystal – a very important one. I’ve been reading ancient texts and I’ve gone back in time, but no-one knows where it is.”
“And you think I’ll be stupid enough to help you?” Voynich queries with a laugh. “You must realize that although I’ve been preoccupied with Blood Money Inc, you were always the target for Dead Or Alive.”
Suddenly, Darby Sorrow and The Butcher step out from the back room. They’ve been here the whole time.
The Collector chuckles.
“These guys can offer you revenge,” Sigil admits. “But I can offer you closure.”
That gets Voynich’ attention.
“Your father,” Sigil continues. “I have those answers.”
The Collector quickly walks back through his portal and zaps away, leaving Voynich in absolute shock. He stumbles backwards and flops into his chair, thinking about it.
The Butcher and Sorrow quickly approach.
“Don’t listen to him,” Sorrow advises. “He’s devious and he’s probably lying.”
The Butcher agrees.
“At Ring of Dreams, you and Darby take this fight to Sigil and he knows that it’s coming. He knows it. He’ll do anything to stop that from happening.”
“But it’s my father…”
Cut.
A few days ago.
Sweet Alice is sitting outside of the hole she fell through all those years ago. She looks distraught.
Mad Hatter is sitting with her sad himself.
They both lost a dear friend and Alice is losing the world that made her life wonderful.
They’re both fighting back tears.
“She can’t do this Hatter, she just can’t!”
“She can and she has Alice, you know that to be the truth.”
The Hatter is acting strangely logical.
“Come on Hatter, this is the time you come up with a scheme.”
“Sorry, I’m not so mad here in your world. It’s too serious here, I have nothing.”
Alice looks disappointed beyond belief. She’s lost Wonderland and with it, the Hatter she knows and loves.
“I have something…”
“What, who goes here?”
She doesn’t see it but there is a floating smile right above her head. Hatter, smiling for the first time today, points to it excitedly.
That Cheshire grin is unmistakable.
The smile transforms into a floating cat before their eyes.
“Cheshire! What are you doing here?”
“I heard what happened of course. You didn’t think I’d forget you Alice, did you?”
“No, you’re just rare enough in Wonderland, I thought I’d never see you here.”
“Well not normally but this situation is a lot like the three of us, anything but normal. I’m here for more than just goodbye though.”
“Oh?”
“I see how the Hatter is here, I see how you are here. The queen is the only one who seems somewhat the same and that’s because she has power everywhere. She’s destroying more and more of Wonderland whether you’re there or not. The reality of the situation is awful yet we can beat her.”
“How?”
“Imagination is the only weapon in this war with reality. Do what you do best, imagine.”
Alice closes her eyes and thinks. She begins to speak.
“Hatter, you need to go back to Wonderland. You’re not the same here. I need you to be your mad self and bring the best of Wonderland here.”
Hatter nods and jumps down the old hole.
“Cheshire, I need you to be our eyes and ears in the kingdom.”
“Already there.”
Cheshire’s eyes and ears are gone as the rest of him fade out.
Alice speaks to herself.
“If I have to live without Wonderland, I’ll do what I can here.”
She prepares herself for the battle with Pyre herself this week.
Cut.
Will it come down to the size of the dog in the fight, or the size of the fight in the dog?
Reaper cracks his knuckles, then his neck. Darklord cuts an imposing figure, though he’s visibly favouring the leg which Reaper struck with a brick on Fury…
DING, DING, DING!
The Harvester guns it towards Darklord—
DOUBLE-LEG TAKEDOWN!?
NO DICE!
The intergalactic gladiator flings him across the ring.
Reaper darts back to his feet and goes low—
SAMOAN DROP!?
JUSTICE BROUGHT—
INJUSTICE REIGNS, HOWEVER, AS HE CAN’T LIFT THE 500-POUNDER—
AN ASTEROID OF A HEADBUTT SENDS REAPER INTO THE ROPES!
Darklord steps forwards—
KICK TO THE GUT…
SPIN-OUT POWERBOMB – BLACK FUCKIN’ HOOOLE!
Darklord plants his foot on his chest triumphantly…
ONE!
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TWO!
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…
EMPHATIC KICKOUT!
An unperturbed Darklord knows that this mouse warrior is made of sterner stuff.
The God King shotputs him across the ring…
SPARTA KICK – FUCKING KNEEL, DOG!
As if proving a point, Darklord flexes his leg afterward.
Wait—
ANKLE LOCK, ANKLE LOCK!
REAPER IS HANGING ON LIKE A PITBULL!
DARKLORD TRIES TO SHAKE HIM OFF…
THE SEVEN-FEET-FOUR GIANT FALLS TO ONE KNEE!
REAPER GRAPEVINES THE WOUNDED APPENDAGE—
Carthic Incarnum grunts and groans through his mask. Does this bastard even feel pain!?
Zebra stripes shoot past…
“Do… do you submit, Darklord!?” The official yells incredulously.
DARKLORD GRABS HIS SHIRT AND PULLS HIM IN CLOSE—
“Submissions are null and VOOOIIID!”
HE HOLDS OUT HIS HAND…
VOID BRINGER ROCKETS THROUGH THE AIR, INTO HIS GRASP!
WIELDING THE TAZZERITE WARHAMMER OVERHEAD, HE BRINGS IT DOWN—
CRUNCH!
REAPER NARROWLY AVOIDS IT, AS HE RELEASES THE HOLD!
DARKLORD HAS EMBEDDED HIS HAMMER IN THE CANVAS—
SINGLE-ARM DDT – THAT’S SOME SWEET, SWIFT REVENGE!
The Harvester spikes his rival and covers him…
ONE!
…
TWO!
…
…
THR—DARKLORD BENCH-PRESSES HIM OFF, THROUGH THE ROPES!
Reaper lands hard on the floor. Darklord rises, as always, and tumbles backwards over the ropes—
REAPER DRAGS HIS LEG!
DARKLORD CRACKS HIS SPINE INTO THE RING APRON!
THE HARVESTER BACKS UP…
“Get back in my ring, bitch!”
BASEMENT DROPKICK!
Darklord rolls under the rope groggily.
Reaper pops the Slaughterhouse crowd with a click-clack, shotgun reload of his wrist – he’s calling for it!
The God King is up…
REAPER UNLOADS FROM THE APRON—
SHOTGUN BLA—DARKLORD GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!
WARLORD’S HAND CHOKESLAM!?
REAPER IS FIGHTING IT; HE CLIMBS THE ROPES WHILE BEING CHOKED!
HE LEAPS OFF—
TOP-ROPE SUPERMAN PUNCH – SHOTGUN BLAST!
DARKLORD SPILLS OVER THE ROPES!
Reaper lies on the mat, coughing and nursing his windpipe…
WAIT – DARKLORD IS LEAVING!
HE’S WALKING OUT ON THE MATCH!
The referee calls for the bell, awarding the victory to a pissed-off Reaper!
Dawn.
The sun has risen high over New York City. But outside the city, where the air’s not quite so thick, we find the home of Voynich.
The World Champion rises out of his bed, walking through his modest home, past a large suit of medieval knight armor, to look outside. He stands in his open doorway, looking up at the rising sun with a smile.
Stretching his muscles out with, Voynich takes off. He darts between several blooming trees, spring beginning to return to this part of the world. With a jolt, he grabs a branch and lifts himself up into the air, swinging between trees high off the ground.
Every motion is measured, every action designed to elevate his peak physical fitness.
CRACK!
One of the branches, newly burdened with small fruit, decides to break. Voynich was unprepared for this, falling towards the ground. He tries to grab at a tree, but can’t get his footing. The Champ closes his eyes, and braces for a hard landing.
Caught.
Voynich is caught on the ground by none other than the suit of armor he kept in his home. Of course, landing on beaten iron isn’t exactly easy on the head, and Voynich looks up with stars in his eyes at the knight before falling into unconsciousness.
FLASH!
Voynich wakes with a start.
He’s lying in the Slaughterhouse locker room. His ring gear is carefully placed next to his body. The World Championship has been gently placed upon it.
As well as the knight’s helmet.
The Champ sits up, nodding his head in realization of what has happened. He picks up the helmet, and a small note falls out. Only two words are scrawled on it.
No Excuses.
Sandman said he wouldn’t haunt Voynich, but perhaps him just lurking is even worse for Voynich, who just crushes the paper in his hand.
Cut.
The Stoner vs The Swamp Witch! Can Stoner’s lungs deal with the swamp grass, or will he be the one getting smoked?
The match is underway and while Leah is keeping her distance and trying to play it smart Stoner has no issue walking towards her with a smirk as he swings with a haymaker that the witch ducks with ease! She counters with a stiff forearm that rocks Stoner and sends him back with a hard leaping knee!
VOODOO DROP! LEAH LEAPS FORWARD WITH A MASSIVE TORNADO REVERSE DDT THAT PLANTS STONER INTO THE GOD DAMN MAT!
Quick cover by Lincoln!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO!
Stoner gets a shoulder up in what could have been a very quick match! Leah peels him up by his hair and whips him to the ropes before catching him with a stiff- No! Headbutt by Stoner! Leah hits the ropes and comes back into Stoner’s arms for a suplex! Leah bounces off the mat!
Stoner rolls to his feet as Leah gets to hers and rushes forward for a clothesline that drops the Witch! He goes for another as she rises! Another!
NO! HURRICANRANA BY LEAH CATCHES HIM OFFGUARD AND SENDS HIM FLYING INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! HE SLAMS FACE FIRST AND STUMBLES BACKWARDS!
DROWNING IN FIRE- NO! STONER DUCKS THE YAKUZA KICK! ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Stoner can’t pick up the quick win despite his quick thinking! Leah is quick to her feet and wants to continue her assault but Stoner is just as quick as he hits the far rope!
AND COMES BACK WITH A SHINING WIZARD TO LEAH! HE GRABS HER MIDAIR AS HE DOES AND LOCKS IN A TRIANGLE CHOKE! LEAH LINCOLN HAS JUST BEEN FORCE FED A BONG RIP!
The Swamp Witch begins to fight and struggle inside of Stoner’s grip but it looks like he’s got it locked in tight! He refuses to let go as Leah looks to be slowly losing consciousness! Stoner pulls tighter and tighter each second! Leah looks out!
NO! NO! WHAT’S THIS!? LEAH USES ALL OF HER STRENGTH AND LIFTS STONER OFF OF THE MAT! POWERBOMB! LEAH JUST DRILLED STONER BACK FIRST AGAINST THE CANVAS!
Both competitors roll away to make distance! Leah is choking as she tries to breath clearly again and Stoner is writhing in pain! They fight to their feet, but who can get up first!
Leah uses a turnbuckle to get to her feet, hoisting herself up- BUT STONER WAS FIRST TO HIS FEET!
HE SHOVES HER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND PULLS HER BACK INTO A VERTEBREAKER! ROACH CLIP! LEAH’S OUT!
He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The Stoner has done it! He walks away from his first PPV with an impressive win under her belt!
Previously Recorded.
The day after Fists of Rage.
Mister Andy’s Emporium.
Mister Andy is moving to and fro throughout his immaculate shop, stopping in front of a display case. He blows a mite of dust off of the clear glass.
Behind the counter, we can see Andy has a small painting station set up, full of acrylic paints.
“Sir?” A voice calls, a young man rushing through the door out of the maelstrom outside. “You open?”
“Always, my friend.” Andy smiles. “This will always be a haven to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.”
The young man walks up the counter, and we can see he’s holding a box. He puts it up on the counter, and Andy’s eyes light up.
“I’ve got some donations.” The young man says. “My man Tommy told me you’d give good coin for toys.”
Andy nods, reaching into the box.
“Tommy was right.”
Another smile.
“Restoring these vintage action figures has become a joy. Where are you finding such treasures?”
The young man looks a little uncomfortable, shifting in his stance.
“The people I work for… acquire storage lockers. The boys bring in the haul. We take out all the electronics and shit we can sell for cash. The trash like this… Well, you’re the only guy in town who’ll pay for this shit.”
The shopkeeper nods, a slight frown on his face.
“A regular Robin Hood, it seems. I know a man who would hate to hear about your operation.”
Andy seems uncomfortable at the young man’s discomfort. He reaches into his register and hands several bills to the man, who gets the hell out of dodge.
Andy looks through the box, moving through various pieces of Batman paraphernalia. With a smile, he draws out an action figure.
It’s a vintage Batman action figure.
The Batman figure.
“I know just what to do with this.” He says, looking at his paint collection.
“Do I have the right shade of red!?”
Cut.
A single howl in the dead of night followed by a piercing scream still haunts the nightmares of America’s Son and out-muscled, outmatched and completely outclassed he may be but Ragnarok itself could not stop him from trying to avenge his friend.
The bell sounds as Ultimo rushes out of the corner, running in a full sprint at Leif who sidesteps the masked man, Ultimo nearly running himself headfirst into the turnbuckles. He just stops his momentum before he turns around
RIGHT INTO A MONSTROUS BIG BOOT!
Ultimo stumbles to his feet, a thin trail of blood coming down his mouth as that Boot split his lower lip open, a wound that Leif pounces off with heavy rights and lefts that America can barely defend against before he’s grabbed by the back of the mask and thrown through the middle ropes to the floor below.
Ultimo gets to his feet as he hears low growls behind him, slowly turning around as he sees Hati and Skoll behind him. Snarling as they slowly move forward, Ultimo gulps visibly, walking backward into the immovable object that is Leif Helvig. Ultimo is whipped around before his eyes are forced backwards into his skull with a bone breaking headbutt
VALKYRIE KILLER…INTO THE STEEL BARRICADE!
Ultimo falls limp on the outside floor, Leif pulling him up with ease as he throws him back inside the ring, running his fingers through his now happy wolves for a moment before rolling in for the cover on the seemingly unconscious Ultimo
ONE
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TWO
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THR
…….
KICKOUT!
There’s still life in Ultimo as he just pops the shoulder up, Leif grabbing it as he rolls over and mounts Ultimo before beginning to rain down lefts and rights, each blow rocking the masked underdog as more and more blood begins to ooze down his mask, this could be it right here…
EYE POKE!
A desperation move by Ultimo here that stops the assault from Leif, Helvig momentarily blinded as Ultimo takes advantage, rolling Helvig up into an Oklahoma Roll
ONE
…..
EASY KICK OUT!
Leif tries to get to his feet but Ultimo is there pounding down on him. The strikes don’t seem to be hurting Helvig but they’re unrelenting before a hard right hook hits flush, knocking Helvig slightly loopy as Ultimo pulls him to his feet
“YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!”
THE HAND OF LADY…Helvig easily blocks the Chokeslam…
FRIGORA OUT OF NOWHERE! MASSIVE SPEAR DECIMATES ULTIMO But Helvig isn’t done as he backs up into the turnbuckles, trying for a full power one as Ultimo slowly gets to his feet
RUNNING FRIGORA! ULTIMO’S CUT IN HALF! Leif covers for the sure victory
ONE
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TWO
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THRE….
ULTIMO KICKS OUT! HOW THE FUCK DID HE KICK OUT!
Leif backs up again, looking for a third Frigora as Ultimo powers to his feet. Shaking from pure adrenaline, holding his ribs in pain, chest stained from his blood, America steps forward a few paces before collapsing on the mat. Leif just shakes his head before walking over and covering once again
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Leif Helvig puts down the American Dream here tonight as Ultimo again remains winless but even a cold warrior like Helvig has to respect the young man’s heart after tonight.
Ultimo is writhing on the mat after the match. Leif grins as he stands and grabs Ultimo by the throat, lifting the smaller man into the air with ease.
“Hati and Skoll did not kill your friend. But you have made the mistake of hunting me down. I do not think you understand the gravity of your mistake.”
Hati and Skoll begin to stalk around the ring, snarling and growling at the prospect of fresh meat.
“And since you seem ready to join your friend, I will oblige.”
Ultimo starts thrashing about, slamming his twig-like arms against the tree-stump like ones of Leif. The Viking laughs at the feeble attempt before placing him on the mat.
Frigöra!
Ultimo gets speared nearly out of his boots again, laying out flat on the mat. Little dragons and dungeons seemingly floating in front of his eyes.
Leif grabs Ultimo and begins dragging him to the ropes when Wolf Totem begins to play. Leif stops his assault and turns to the entry way.
Banzan marches onto the entry way, a focused glance in his eyes.
“Enough.”
That one word almost sends shockwaves through the arena as Banzan’s aura turns all eyes on him.
“You’ll leave that young man alone. You came here starting issues with me.”
Leif laughs to himself as Hati and Skoll turn their focus to the entry way. Banzan remains wary watching the two wolves as he begins marching to the ring. Ultimo slips out of the ring and into the crowd to safety.
“Always heard you monks were idiots.”
Leif backs away from the ring, making gestures for Banzan to enter. Banzan looks at the twin wolves with caution as they back away.
“Even a fool has one talent.”
Banzan steps to the apron swifter than his size should allow.
“Yours is apparently getting your ass kicked!”
Leif retorts as he signals to his wolves who grab onto Banzan’s legs. Before Banzan can even react to the wolves his is met with a vicious spear through the ropes!
Frigöra!
Both man land hard on the floor. Leif is first to his feet as Hati and Skoll hold Banzan down. Rights and lefts begin raining down on the head of Banzan, who tries to cover up and fend off the attackers to no avail.
Leif stands up and calls off his wolves, leaving a broken Banzan on the ground. Just then Banzan’s aura begins to glow and he tries to get to his feet. Leif quickly delivers a penalty style kick to Banzan head and drops down, this time beating the Mountain with forearms.
RASERI I SLAKTERIET!
The violent kill it with fire move brutalizes Banzan into unconsciousness. Leif gets up and walks out of the arena.
Pyre has scorched Sweet Alice’s mind, set aflame the ground of Wonderland in usurping the throne of The Dreamer’s spiritual home, and most recently murdered the March Hare inside The Slaughterhouse. This feud has raged like an inferno for months but are we set to embark on a decisive battle?
Sweet Alice is already in the ring when Pyre arrives along with her Red Queensguard, who take guard around the entire circumference of the ring. There are so many of them, standing “shoulder to shoulder” they present a tangible wall around the ring. The bell sounds “DING DING” and we’re underway. A test of strength from the two female wrestlers and Sweet Alice wins the first duel with a picture perfect arm drag.
Pyre is quickly on her feet…arm drag…another from Sweet Alice….and another….yet again! One more for the road before The Dreamer hits the ropes….
…or at least she tries to!
ONE OF THE RED QUEENSGUARD HAS HOLD OF AN ANKLE!!!
The Dream kings off the card soldier but the distraction has served its purpose…
SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!
Pyre connects with her first offence of the encounter. The Queen of Flames follows this up, she’s mounted Alice and she’s pounding away with lefts and rights, now she has two handfuls of The Dreamer’s hair and she’s slamming her head against the canvas.
Pyre peels Alice off the mat into a reverse headlock, lifting her up…
VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!!
PICTURE PERFECT FROM ALL THAT REMAINS!!!
No pinfall attempt from The Usurper, the Queen of Wonderland locks her rival into a sleeper but Sweet Alice rises to her feet and a back elbow to the ribs releases the hold. Alice spins…EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!! Double leg takedown from The Dreamer and she tries to twist Pyre on to her front.
COUNTER!!!!
SLASH ACROSS THE FACE BY THE QUEEN OF FLAMES!!!
Pyre is quickly on her feet and uses her advantage…
DDT!!!
Cover from the Red Queen…
ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!
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KICKOUT!!!
Pyre drags The Dreamer back to her feet and the air is pierced by the sound of flesh singed by a razor sharp backhand chop to the chest. Sweet Alice reels backwards from the impact.
ANOTHER SLICE FROM PYRE!!!
A smile on the face of the Red Queen, but it’s soon turned to a sneer.
BACKHAND CHOP FROM SWEET ALICE!!!
RETALIATION FROM PYRE!!!
SWEET ALICE GOES EVEN BIGGER WITH A RETURN CHOP OF HER OWN!!!
The crackling of skin can be smelled inside The Slaughterhouse as these mortal enemies continue to trade stinging blows until The Dreamer gets on the front foot.
TWO CHOPS IN A ROW!!!
THREE!
FOUR!!
FIVE!!!
THE DREAMER IS CARVING OUT CHUNKS OF THE RED QUEEN WITH EVERY DECISIVE CUT!!!
Pyre is backed onto the ropes….
ONE LAST VICIOUS HACK FROM THE DREAMER!
PYRE IS DOUBLED IN PAIN!!!
Alice runs off the opposite side and she’s bearing down on her adversary…
BACK BODY DROP!!!!
ALICE CRASHES TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!
AND THE DREAMER IS SET UPON BY THE RED QUEENSGUARD!!!
Pyre grabs the official and distracts him while her bodyguards beat down on her opponent outside the ring. The card soldiers have swarmed all over The Dreamer and they drag her to her feet, turning to their Queen for an instruction. Pyre makes a cut-throat gesture and continues to hold the referee’s attention.
BUT SWEET ALICE FIGHTS BACK!!!
SHE FENDS OFF ONE….TWO….THREE…..
THE CARD SOLDIERS ARE FOLDING AROUND HER!!!
THE DREAMER GRABS ANOTHER SOLDIER AND LAUNCHES IT INTO THE NEXT ONE…
WHICH KNOCKS OVER THE NEXT…
AND THE NEXT…
UNTIL THE QUEENSGUARD ARE CASCADING LIKE DOMINOES AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!!
Pyre is left aghast at the spectacle and her attention diverges from The Dreamer, who comes flying off the top rope…
HURRICANRANA!!!!
Pyre is down, Sweet Alice flips onto her feet…
SHE’S HOPPING LIKE A RABBIT!!!!
ALL AROUND THE RING!!!
UNTIL SHE REACHES THE RED QUEEN!!!
LEG DROOOOOOOP!!!!
TERRIBLY LATE CONNECTS!!!
IT ALMOST GUILLOTINES PYRE!!!!
WILD POP FROM THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE CROWD AT THE DREAMER’S SIGNATURE!
COVER FOR…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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IS IT?
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NO!!!
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THE REFEREE IS DRAGGED OUT OF THE RING BY A CARD SOLDIER!!!
Sweet Alice gets to her feet, his face brimming with determination. The Dreamer is about to take action when she is seized at both sides by members of the Red Queensguard. Pyre gets back to her feet, she is burning with rage.
PYRE TAKES ALICE BY THE THROAT!
SHE BEGINS TO SQUEEZE!
THE RED QUEEN IS TRYING TO EXTINGUISH THE LIFE OF THE DREAMER!!!
But suddenly Pyre releases, seemingly captured by a more twisted idea. She begins to form a fireball between her hands. She issues a command to her Queensguard holding Alice.
THE QUEEN OF FLAMES IS GOING TO BURN SWEET ALICE ALIVE WITH A FREAKING PLANET SIZED FIREBALL!!!
The Red Queen launches the raging inferno held between her hands at her nemesis…
BUT ALICE BREAKS FREE!!
AND PUSHES THE CARD SOLDIERS INTO THE PATH OF THE FIRE!!!
THE CARDS ARE SET ALIGHT!!!
THEY ARE IMMEDIATELY ENGULFED BY FLAME…
…MELTING AWAY INTO SMALL PILES OF ASH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
The Queen of Flames issues a nerve-jangling, brain-contorting scream of rage and charges at Sweet Alice!!!
DROP TOE HOLD!!!!
ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!
ALICE WITH A TWO FOOTED SPINNING KICK TO THE FACE!!!!
619!!!! OR WHATEVER THE AREA CODE FOR WONDERLAND IS!!!!
But The Dreamer isn’t finished.
SLINGSHOT TO TOP ROPE SPRINGBOARD!!!
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!!!
NO!!!!
PYRE COUNTERS INTO A STUNNER!!!!
MODIFIED DANCING FLAMES!!!!
COVER…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!
The Queen of Flames has seen off the challenger to her throne but she’s had to come through the fight of her life against The Dreamer.
What a war between Sweet Alice and Pyre!
Both women are getting up slowly but this match didn’t settle anything as Alice charges Pyre!
Pyre sidesteps and throws Alice into the ring post!
Alice is holding her shoulder as Pyre pulls her out of the corner and drops her with a stunner!
“Back to flying by pure emotion Alice? It didn’t take long for you to crack. Banzan would be so disappointed. ”
Alice tries to pull herself up but Pyre does a swift kick to the stomach to drop her back down.
“Don’t get up, just listen for once in your life, little girl.”
“I heard some rumblings about your plan. You want to take people from Wonderland and bring them here. I heard you’re planning some sort of war. Are you that selfish? Why would you want others to lose the place you love and probably die for you in the process?”
“You’re destroying it!”
Another kick by Pyre!
“I said shut up!”
“If you want to bring people from Wonderland here to try and go against me, I can do the same to make sure you lose.”
She gives a come hither motion!
It’s the queen’s personal assassin, the Knave of Hearts!
“I told you you didn’t want to see me again.”
He slides in the ring.
“I brought someone else as well.”
Pyre looks surprised yet intrigued.
The Knave does his own come hither motion.
It’s the Red Knight who charges into the ring!
Two of the Queen’s most deadly men are here!
The Knave has a dagger and the knight has a Lance!
They wait for Alice to get up!
She’s slowly pulling herself up!
They charge!
“Wait!!!”
Pyre screams.
The Knight and the Knave put on the brakes and look confused.
“Listen. If this bitch is going to die, I’m going to be the one that kills her. Don’t take that from me. After all, she listened to my decree, she’s just trying to work around it.”
“Send her and her pathetic army a message.”
They both nod, they wrench her up!
The Knave does a leg sweep!
The Knight does a spin kick!
Total Elimination!
Alice is out cold!
The Knave lays the dagger on Alice to show how easily he could kill her at that moment.
With the focus on the dagger, we see the name Alice engraved on it.
Pyre sees it as well and picks it up.
“I know how I’m going to do it now.”
Pyre walks out with the Knight and the Knave.
Cut.
The scales.
We once again are introduced to the scene we were left off on last week, The Judge standing back, contemplating his choices when he poses a question to Monty.
“You’re not the only one who can move freely from place to place, Monty. What’s to stop me from grabbing Mr. Troy and leaving like that?”
The showman simply chuckles, motioning towards Judge.
“Then do it. Try and leave.”
What follows is awkward silence as Judge looks at Monty. We cannot see an expression beneath his mask, but we can feel an almost anxiety exuding from The Judge as he realizes something.
He can’t leave.
“What did you do, Monty?”
He stomps towards Straight, the usually stoic man of order seething with something close to anger.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
Monty chuckles, leaning carefree against the chains of his end of the scales.
“Nothing too extreme, Judge. You and I both know the power my show holds, don’t we? When you’re on The Show That Never Ends then I’m the one who makes the rules! You can’t leave unless you make a choice. Play your part and everything will go smoothly. It’s a reality show, but you really can’t go against the producers, can you?”
Judge looks at Monty, the host’s smug smile seemingly burrowing its way beneath Judge’s armor as the order looks on.
“Fine. I’ll make my choice.”
He stomps towards Monty, grabbing hold of the scale and hauling himself onto it! The entire weight of the scales tip, sending Mr. Troy upwards towards his door, the poor man grabbing the ladder and pulling himself up! The door shuts behind him. Judge turns to Monty, glaring from behind his mask.
“Is he safe, then? Will he go on and do what he is destined to?”
Monty nods.
“Of course. Now, I believe we have business to attend to.”
Before Judge can question it, the scale drops! Both men plummet through the floor, the scale melts away! And before we know it both men appear in the ring! Monty leans in his corner, a cocky smile on his face.
“It’s time for the second part of the show!”
For months The Judge has chased Monty Straight to set correctly the cosmic order that The Show That Never Ends has knocked out of balance. But The Deal Maker is more slippery than a jellied eel. Will Monty’s past come back to bite him tonight or will the show continue to go on and on and on…
The Judge wastes no time, he’s into the ring and tackles Monty Straight to the mat, unloading a wild flurry of rights and lefts. The official signs for the DING-DING! of the bell and the match is officially underway. Order peels the Host off the mat, Irish whip into the ropes…CLOTHESLINE!!! A huge armoured arm takes down Straight.
Judge is in total control and Monty is thrown into a corner, where he slumps into a seated position…MUDHOLE STOMPING!!!! Judge is trying to put a hole in Monty’s abdomen with the force of those boots. Order lets The Deal Maker get to his feet….here comes the justice train….
CORNER CLOTHESLINE!!!!
MONTY IS TURNED INSIDE OUT!!!
The Game Show Host has to escape this onslaught, under the bottom rope and out of the ring.
Judge slides out of the ring, Monty is backing away, pleading for mercy but the Cosmic Adjudicator shows none, grabbing Straight by the head and using his long arm of the law lands stiff right to the face. The Deal Maker sprawls against the crowd barrier but there’s no time for rest as Judge grabs Monty and rolls him back into the ring. Judge climbs onto the ring apron and The Deal Maker seizes the opportunity…
HOT SHOT!!!
Judge falls onto the apron’s edge.
MONTY HITS THE ROPES AND SENDS JUDGE TO THE CONCRETE WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!!!
Quickly Monty is out of the ring and he’s laying into Judge with repeated kicks. Order fights his way back to his feet, but Straight upends his opponent quickly with a leg takedown, then targets the right knee with a hard stomp. Judge writhes in pain, but Monty is not letting up. The Deal Maker lifts Order’s injured leg and slams the knee down against the concrete.
With his foe down, Straight heads to the timekeeper and “borrows” the steel chair the timekeeper is sat on. Straight braces Judge’s injured knee with the chair and he’s about to stomp on it when the official intervenes and begins to tell off Monty.
However, The Host beams his most charming smile and tries to convince the referee “let’s make a deal”. The man in the middle shakes his head and all this allows Judge to free himself and tear into Monty’s flesh with a back rake, following this up with a headbutt.
Order has now equipped himself with the chair and it’s The Judge’s turn to get an official reprimand. Monty, ever the opportunist, seizes the moment with a chop block to the back of the injured knee of the magistrate, who drops to one knee. Monty then grabs Order and whips him into the ring steps, the targeted knee taking plenty of impact.
The Deal Maker has total control now as he peels Judge off the concrete and rolls him into the ring. He’s not through yet working on that knee, dragging Order to the corner, Straight grabs the injured leg of The Judge…
AND SLAMS IT AGAINST THE RING POST!!!
The Judge writhes.
MONTY REPEATS THE MOVE!!!
AND A THIRD TIME!!!
THE DEAL MAKER IS TRYING TO DESTROY ORDER’S VERTICAL BASE!!!
The referee steps in now to remind Monty of the rules. Monty imitates compliance and when he climbs back into the ring Judge is fighting to get to his feet, but a kick to the bad knee and Judge is down again. Now Monty senses the end…
STRAIGHT SHOOTING!!!
MONTY LOOKING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER!!!
NO!!!
JUDGE KICKS MONTY OFF INTO A TURNBUCKLE!!
The Juror fights back to a vertical base and swings a big arm for The Deal Maker but Monty ducks under the arm and another blow to the right knee takes away Order’s base. Monty in with an elbow drop to the knee and now…
STRAIGHT SHOOTING!!!
NOW MONTY HAS IT LOCKED IN!!!!
IS THIS THE DEAL BREAKER?!!!!
It’s bad news for Order. He’s stranded with the ropes behind him, pain firing out of his right knee and raging through his body. The ref is down with The Judge, he’s waiting for the submission, but THE JUDGE WILL NOT QUIT!!!!
The Deal Maker sits down to crank the pressure, Judge pushes himself up on his arms as he tries to counter force. Then a big swivel of his hips…
MONTY IS PROPELLED SIDEWAYS!!!
A GARGANTUAN EFFORT FROM THE JUDGE AS HE SWIVELLED HIS HUGE FRAME AND BROKE THE SUBMISSION HOLD!
The Deal Maker is furious, he wants to get right back on the assault but The Judge rises to his feet, grabs Monty and BITES HIM!!!
TWISTS INTO A CUTTER!!!!
ORDER NAILS THE DEAL MAKER!!!
YOUR PAST MAY BITE HAS BITTEN YOU, MONTY STRAIGHT!!!!
There is a huge pop for the big comeback. But Order is struggling for mobility. He gets a big arm of justice across The Deal Maker. It’s enough for the ref to make a count…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THE GAVEL COMES DOWN…
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NO!!!
MONTY THRUSTS A SHOULDER UP!!!
UNBELIEVABLE SCENES!!!!
Judge rolls towards the ropes, using them to drag himself up again. Monty is also rising, pulling out brass knux from his suit and sliding them onto his dominant hand. The Deal Maker charges…
HAYMAKER!!!!
COUNTERED!!!
THE VERDICT!!!!!
THE JUDGE SPARTA KICKS MONTY’S HEAD STRAIGHT OFF!!!!
Order drags The Deal Maker up into a leg-scissors. HOW IS HE EVEN STANDING? Then with an astonishing display of strength, he gut wrenches Monty on to his shoulders – BALANCING ON ONE LEG!!!
RESTORATION!!!!
The Judge flops down over the spread-eagled Monty Straight…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!
Order delivers his verdict and Monty Straight suffers his punishment!
An Undisclosed LocationBEG is pacing. The words still flashing in his mind. ‘ONE of you…’His tension is high, clearly visible and the other three members of Blood Money Inc. watch him without uttering a word.
“Gentlemen.” BEG begins, trying his best to come across cool, calm and collected.
“We cannot take the words of Darby Sorrow seriously. He is merely trying to sow the seeds of doubt. Because together we are unstoppable. We knows that and he’s trying to drive a wedge between us. If we are divided… He stands a small fighting chance.”
He eyeballs CXDY, the tension between them still pungent in the air after last week.
“We cannot doubt. The three of you… You cannot let the cancer of his words eat away at what we have built.”
His fist balled slams into the wall. Chunks of plaster fall to the floor as he pulls his fist from the hole he has just created.
“Destroy him. Tear him to fucking pieces. Dig him a hundred graves and fill each one with little pieces of his carcass once you have torn him to shreds. NOBODY fucks with Blood Money Inc. and walks away breathing.”
BEG falls silent, staring from eyeball to eyeball of his partners as if assessing their loyalty. The silence that befalls hangs not awkwardly but seems to unify them, the tension begins to dissipate.
Clap…
Clap…
Clap…
A slow, mocking round of applause fills the air from a single pair of hands. Nobody in BMI has moved, but a fifth figure emerges from the shadows. Darby Sorrow.
“That was fucking moving. Stirring even. Are you going to paint your faces blue now and charge into battle?”
BEG turns, but it is Alby Shaw who advances first, stepping in front of his leader and ready for a fight. CXDY and Zero join him, with CXDY the one who speaks on behalf of the group.
“You just don’t take a hint, do you? Do we have to drop your ass off another bridge?”
Sorrow smiles, holding his hands up in mock surrender and backing away.
“You know where to find me. Let’s just see where sleeping dogs lie shall we?”
With that, Darby is gone. They know he is heading back in the direction of the Slaughterhouse. BEG slaps his hand on the shoulders of his troops.
“Go… He’s a slow learner. Time to send another message.”
Cut.
(If Darby Sorrow wins, he takes Zero’s title)
Darby Sorrow has been a persistent thorn in the side of Blood Money Inc’s bid to take ovcer Old School Wrestling. They have several times to kill The Gravedigger, but there is no grave that can hold The Immortal. Will tonight be Darby’s long goodnight, or will The Gravedigger take home Zero’s VHS Championship with a win?
The three members of Blood Money Inc. are already in the ring when Darby Sorrow makes his entrance. Zero is flanked by CXDY and Shaw but The Gravedigger makes straight for the champion, but he’s intercepted by The Reflection of Perfection and The Guv’nor and it’s not long before they overpower him and beat him down to his knees.
But Darby is unyielding though and fights back to his feet. An elbow smash sends CXDY into the ropes, a kick to the gut of Shaw and a DDT!!! The Guv’nor is planted! But Zero’s moment arrives.
FIREWALL!!!
A RUNNING BIONIC CLOTHESLINE!!!
CXDY lifts Sorrow and holds him while the VHS Champion uses him as a punching bag. After a mini session on The Gravedigger’s torso, Zero issues more instructions to CXDY. The Reflection takes Sorrow into a waistlock…
ZERO WITH A SAVATE KICK…
…AS CXDY DRILLS SORROW WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Zero barks at CXDY to get out of the way and the hacker makes a cover…
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!
It will take a lot more than that to keep the immortal down.
Albert Shaw is now back in the mix and he wants his portion of meat. He peels Darby off the mat and plants his hard head on Sorrow’s. The Gravedigger stumbles back into a corner and The Guv’nor mows him down with a corner clothesline.
CXDY tells his tag team partner to lift Darby onto the top turnbuckle, which he obliges in doing. The Reflection then climbs up and taking hold of The Immortal…
SUPERPLEX!!!
AND NOW SHAW WITH THE MOUNTED PUNCHES!!!!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN!!!
THE GRAVEDIGGER IS BUSTED OPEN (ON HIS FLESHY SIDE) AFTER THAT ASSAULT!!!
Zero gestures for Shaw to move, this time arrogantly placing a foot on Darby’s chest but The Gravedigger kicks out immediately. The Hacker is orchestrating again, Shaw lifts Sorrow and then Zero takes Sorrow onto his shoulders.
CPU DRIVER!!!
ZERO RUNS TOWARDS THE ROPES!
HE THROWS SORROW OVER THE TOP ROPE!
BUT THE GRAVEDIGGER GRABS THE TOP ROPE AND LANDS ON THE APRON!
HOLY SHIT!!!
CXDY OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
FLYING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE FACE!!!
CARPE OMNIA!!!!
THE IMMORTAL CRASHES TO THE CONCRETE!!!!
It’s high fives between CXDY and Shaw but Zero reminds them there is still business to take care of. The tag team champs exit the ring and simultaneous behind to stomp mudholes into Sorrow’s body. Shaw switches it up by applying a choke on The Gravedigger but the official is on the spot to tell them to take it back to the ring.
CXDY takes the official away for a conference. Shaw takes Darby and with Zero’s help, The Gravedigger is left hanging from the top rope by his legs. Shaw slides brass knux onto each hand
AND BEGINS TO POUND THE SHIT OUT OF THE GRAVEDIGGER LIKE HE’S A CARCASS HANGING IN AN ABATTOIR!!!!
By this time the official’s patience has been exhausted and he turns his attention to the scene, immediately berating Shaw and Zero, who protest their innocence and let Sorrow flop onto the ring apron. The Gravedigger is spitting blood from the internal injuries The Guv’nor has just inflicted on him.
Zero believes there has been enough “fun” had by his stable-mates and there is a new order from him. As CXDY and Shaw once again drag Sorrow to his feet and hold him up, Zero grabs his VHS championship. He’s in the ring now, goading the bloody mess that is Darby Sorrow, parading the championship belt in front of him.
Zero seeks the coup de grace…
KICK TO THE GUT!
PUNK CITY KILLE-
NO!!!
SORROW COUNTERS AND PUSHES ZERO INTO THE ROPES!
SHAW REPLIES!!!
GBH!!!
CLAYMORE KICK FROM SHAW!!!
TO CXDY!!!!!!!
SORROW DUCKED!!!!
THE GUV’NOR HAS TAKEN OUT HIS PARTNER!!!
THE GRAVEDIGGER OFF THE ROPES…
FORWARD ROLL…
INTO A CLOTHESLINE!!!!
IT’S A SORROWFUL LIFE FOR ALBIE SHAW!!!!
ZERO TRIES TO BLINDSIDE THE IMMORTAL!!!
COUNTER!!! HIP TOSS FROM SORROW!!!
ZERO IS UP ONTO THE GRAVEDIGGER’S SHOULDERS!!!
GO TO SLEEP!!!
CRADLE TO THE GRAVE CONNECTS!!!!
SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENES INSIDE THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!
LIMBS EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE AS DARBY SORROW CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE!!!
THE COFFIN DROP TO ZERO!!!!
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IT HITS…
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NOTHING BUT CANVAS!!!!
ZERO ROLLED AWAY!!!
CXDY has now recovered. He grabs Darby and peels him off the mat.
PERFECT ENDING!!!!
BRAINBUSTER DDT!!!
CXDY covers…
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!!!
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SHOULDER UP!!!
Now Shaw decides he’s going to have a slice. CXDY holds Sorrow and The Guv’nor lines him up…
GBH!!!
THIS TIME HE ABSOLUTELY NAILS IT!!!!
Shaw covers Darby…
ONE!
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TWO!
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SURELY THIS IS IT!!!
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THREE!
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NO!!!
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HE KICKED OUT!!!!
THE IMMORTAL WILL NOT DIE!!!
The defiance in The Gravedigger infuriates the tag team champions and as Sorrow begins to rise to his feet, they try to double team him.
DOUBLE DDT!!!
SORROW FIGHTS BACK!!!!
BUT WHAT HAS HE GOT LEFT?
Zero has been lying in wait though and having despatched the tag champs, Sorrow walks straight into
PUNK CITY KILLER!!!!
THE STUNNER FLOORS THE GRAVEDIGGER!!!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!!
IT’S DONE!
In the end, The Gravedigger is outnumbered. Despite a truly game effort, Sorrow is unable to snatch away the VHS Championship. Zero retains.
As Blood Money Inc start to pull themselves together after their match, Berkshire Ellison Green saunters leisurely down to join them at ringside. He climbs into the ring alongside Zero, CXDY and Shaw, talking through the tactics of their encounter with Darby Sorrow.
Suddenly the lights and the tron screen flicker, before the obscured figure of a man appears on the screen. Blood Money Inc. stand united in the ring against this unknown interruption.
The mysterious man on screen, who we are unable to see clearly, begins to speak.
“Berkshire, you think you’re in control, but your money can’t control everything. What if I were to tell you that one of those three men in that ring with you right now is working with me? It looks like Darby Sorrow was right after all, even if his intention was just to anger you. But the question is Berkshire, just who is the inside man?”
BEG begins to panic immediately and quickly rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp and talking to himself, shaking his head. Zero, CXDY and Shaw stand apart from each other too, the formerly united teammates looking anything but united now.
The voice on the video footage continues.
“Beware Berkshire, because when you least expect it, the inside man will turn on all of you. He’ll send you a message you won’t ever forget.”
The screen goes blank, and the lights return to normal as BEG exits ringside, leaving the three remaining members of Blood Money Incorporated looking at each other with a mix of surprise and trepidation. But which one of them is it?
Cut.
On a night draped in gold, the Best Kept Secret defeated a monster of nightmarish intent but true evil never dies easily. The Terror of the Night desires power most of all and that world title is power incarnate. Can Voynich achieve his dreams desire and put away the Sandman once again or will OSW’s gravest nightmare come true once more as the Dream Demon becomes world champion once more?”EXIT LIGHT!”
Pitch-black darkness engulfs The Slaughterhouse, as Metallica’s Enter Sandman kicks in.
“ENTER NIGHT!”
The nightmarish Sandman looms into view on the stage, blinking in and out of sight by the light of camera flashes.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVERLAND!”
The Dream Demon glides to the ring, to the sound of crunching guitars. He steps over the top rope…
Lights go off in the Slaughterhouse as Voynich’s theme song starts. The entrance tunnel is filled with smoke and, after a few seconds, Voynich emerges from the entrance tunnel with a flashlight in his hand and the world title draped over his shoulder. Voynich walks down the ramp slowly, moving his flashlight from left to right, pointing it at the crowd, as if he was searching something.
When Voynich reaches the ring, lights go on and Voynich gives his flashlight to a fan in the first row. He then jumps over the top rope and climb in a corner of the ring to make his traditional V-sign using both of his hands.
Voynich hands his world title over to the referee, taking his eye of the Sandman for a moment but that’s all the Dream Demon needed
LARIAT FROM FUCKING HELL!
Sandman nearly took Voynich’s head off with that huge Clothesline, the champion immediately on the back foot as he stumbles up into the corner right before Sandman comes crashing in with a rib shattering Avalanche. Sandman stays there, his body pressed against the much smaller champion as he rains down lefts and rights on the helpless Voynich. Eventually, The Dream Demon steps back, Voynich stumbling out of the corner
JAW SHATTERING BIG BOOT!
Voynich may well be eating through a straw after that massive Boot but the champion isn’t down, he’s wavering and stumbling on his feet but he raises his dukes up rushing at Sandman who dodges a wild right before sending Voynich through the ropes to the floor below.
Voynich quickly gets to his feet as The Sandman reaches over, trying to pull him into the ring by his hair but Voynich drops down, snapping the Dream Demon’s neck over the top rope. Sandman stumbles back as Voynich gets up onto the apron but a hard right hand dazes Voynich before he finds a massive gnarled hand wrapped around his throat
TO SAND! CHOKESLAM FROM THE APRON TO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR!
Voynich lands in a heap on the outside, Sandman looking down with disdain at the champion for a moment before he heads to the outside himself. Pulling the young man up by his hair, he rattles Voynich’s skull with a stiff headbutt
BEFORE THROWING HIM LIKE A BOWLING BALL INTO THE NEARBY STEEL STEPS!
Voynich lands hard against the steel as he’s pulled up once more, not by his head but by his legs as Sandman violently swings him
HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING APRON!
Voynich looks out cold as Sandman picks him up, throwing his limp body into the ring before dropping down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
…….
VOYNICH GETS THE SHOULDER UP! THE CHAMPION’S STILL IN THIS
But maybe not for long as The Dream Demon pulls the hurting Voynich up to his feet, mockingly kissing him on the forehead
AS HE FORCES THE WORLD CHAMP TO TAKE 40 WINKS! This may well be the End of Voynich’s days as world champion but the Sandman doesn’t bother to cover, kicking the hurting champion onto his back before rearing down with those two gnarled thumbs
DELIVERING THE DEEPEST OF SLEEPS TO VOYNICH! OR AT LEAST HE’S TRYING TO AS VOYNICH CATCHES THE THUMBS!
Having felt the pain that follows before, Voynich ain’t ready to feel it once again but he’s badly hurt and the Sandman vastly overpowers him as slowly but surely, the Sandman rears that thumb down, the right piercing the soft jelly of the young man’s eye as he screams out in pain.
Now using both hands to stop the left, he can barely hold back the overwhelming strength as it inches closer and closer
VOYNICH BITES THE HAND!
Black blood fills his mouth as he chomps down hard on the left hand, causing the Sandman to recoil in pain. Voynich stumbles to his feet, spitting out a chunk of decayed flesh on the mat, half blinded with blood pooling down his right eye, battered and beaten but not down as he motions for the pissed off Dream Demon to come at him.
Both men run forward, Voynich sliding under a Lariat attempt as he bounces off with a hard roundhouse kick to the face. Sandman stumbles back as Voynich leaps off the ropes once more, grabbing Sandman’s head and driving him into the mat with a Tornado DDT! Voynich rolls through to his feet as he backs up, begging for the Dream Demon to get to his feet as he slowly does.
ISHTAR GATE! RUNNING LARIAT HITS FLUSH SENDING SANDMAN DOWN TO ONE KNEE! Voynich doesn’t let up, picking up all 360 lbs of the Sandman
MONOLITH! The Brainbuster spikes the Dream Demon into the mat as that could be it. Voynich looks to be going for the cover when suddenly a chair flies into the ring followed by a scream from the crowd.
“Kick His Ass Voynich”
The crowd begin to roar in approval as they chant the champion’s name. Voynich turns to the chair, shrugging his shoulders as he picks it up
AND DRIVES IT DOWN OVER THE FALLEN SANDMAN! Over and over Voynich drives the steel into the fallen Sandman, bending and breaking the steel before raising it over his head once more, looking for the final blow
BLACK SAND!
Voynich drops the chair, swinging his hand in front of his face a few times as he stumbles around confused as a black cloud swirls around the champion’s face, that mystical sand plunging Voynich into darkness as he’s completely helpless here. Gripping the ropes he tries to make his way around the way, swinging wildly as the Sandman calmly sits up, watching the flailing Voynich for a few moments
BEFORE DELIVERING A HARD RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Voynich stumbles forward, spitting out a glob of blood on the mat as he swings wildly, The Sandman easily dodging the strike before clapping the back of his head, disorientating the champion before landing another hard right that drops Voynich down to one knee.
The Sandman backs up, looking down at the fallen champion with arrogant menace as he motions for the champion to come at him…just as Voynich smiles
AND SPARKS UP A BRIGHT LIGHT!
The Sandman recoils in pain as Voynich stands up, throwing his flashlight at Sandman who backs up to avoid the light which is all the opening Voynich needs
AS HE EXPLODES FORWARD WITH ANOTHER ISHTAR GATE!
Sandman stumbles into the ropes as Voynich grabs him by the head, running up the turnbuckles
THE EIGHTH WONDER! SLICED BREAD # GODDAMN 2! This should be it as Voynich drops down for the cover
ONE
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TWO
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THREE….?
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LAST SECOND KICKOUT! 2.999!
Voynich knows he’s inches away from retaining as he pulls the Sandman back up to his feet
GOOZLE! TO SAND OUT OF NOWHERE!
Voynich gets Chokeslammed nearly through the mat but he barely hits the mat before he’s lifted up by the Dream Demon who lifts him up on his shoulders before leaping high, looking to finally hit that KIWF
SLEEP
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VOYNICH SLIPS OUT, GRABBING SANDMAN’S HEAD AS THEY FALL THROUGH THE AIR
TUTANKHAMAN’S WRATH! KILL SANDMAN WITH MOTHER FUCKING FIRE!
Voynich stays down for the cover as the referee counts
ONE
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TWO
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THREE….?
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THREE!!!
Voynich retains the world championship in an absolute war here tonight as OSW can breath easy that the Best Kept Secret has saved OSW from the Dream Demon ruling it once more
Previously Recorded.
Years ago…
Black and white.
Bounce.
Bounce.
A man, almost a shadow, is bouncing back and forth off the ropes inside of a barely-covered wrestling ring. Banners hang from the walls, relics from some bygone era. As if covered in smoke, the old gym seems to exist only for the shadows gliding through it.
Another man enters the ring, causing the first man to stop in his tracks. The newcomer rushes in towards the shadow, who ducks a clothesline before hitting the opposite ropes. They rush at one another, and the shadow slips past the other man’s defenses, lifting him up into a shoulderbreaker.
We don’t see what happens next, but we sure as hell hear the impact.
BOOM!
It echoes through the monochrome madness as we see a barely visible figure outside the ring with a clipboard in his hand.
The shadow exits the ring, all we can see of him now is that he’s jacked as fuck, veins filled with power. But the shining part of him is the mask, a sparkly affair with a giant star in the middle of it.
The clipboard man shakes the shadow’s hand and hands him a piece of paper, before leaving the masked shadow alone in the smoke.
The shadow lifts up a small box, which is all we focus on now. He places the mask inside of it, before adding the piece of paper to the top, the only thing visible being the second generation OSW logo.
The shadow seals the box shut, before stepping back with a camera suddenly in his hand. He takes a photo of the box, and we go through the camera lens to see that photo.
It’s now laying atop a dossier, containing other paperwork we cannot see.
We can’t make it out, but a name is scribbled onto the photo.
Cut.
Here it is.Level Up.
All ten competitors stand around the metal platform, looking up at the ginormous structure in front of them.
Let’s go over the rules.
Level 1 – All competitors begin on the floor. They have ten minutes to climb onto the metal platform.
Level 2 – Once the timer has expired, those on the metal platform are on level two and it begins. They then have ten minutes to scale the cage surrounding the Arcade Machine. They can also be eliminated by being thrown off the platform to the concrete floor below.
Level 3 [Boss Fight] – Those on the Arcade Screen platform when the timer expires have reached Level 3 and the Boss Fight. Competitors will fight on this platform, eliminating those who made it there with them by tossing them over the edge in a twenty foot drop.
The winner is the last man who remains on the final platform, having won Level Up and earned an OSW Championship Match at Pandemonium.
When the bell sounds and the match gets underway, various different sections immediately begin to form.
Two-Face and Corvus begin brawling.
Simon and Deathnote do the same.
And Mister Andy is tussling with Redwing.
We focus immediately on the former two as Two-Face rushes Corvus back into the barricade. He immediately begins slamming right hands into his face, delivering brutal shots with as much ferocity as he can.
He soon stops punching and bumps into Viper Roberts, who has a table in hand. They join forces to set it up, but it isn’t enough.
Viper this time goes to punch on Corvus whilst Two Face grabs a second table, placing it alongside the first.
This could get gnarly.
Roberts pulls him up but gets caught with a Headbutt that sends him reeling backwards. He quickly pulls himself up onto the barricade itself and waits for Two-Face to turn around.
LEAPING CROSSBODY ONTO TWO-FACE AND THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
Elsewhere, Luke Storm and Banzan have Sigil, trading right hands with him like he’s piggy in the middle, sending him back and forth. The Collector though doesn’t allow that to happen for too long and ducks under a right, pushing Banzan face first into a collision with Luke Storm.
That’s his opening.
He climbs up onto the platform, looking to see that he’s the only one up there.
Until Simon comes crashing into him from behind.
The Taskmaster whips him hard into the Steel Cage that surrounds the base of the structure – the same cage that they must climb later.
Luke Storm and Banzan are next up onto the platform.
The Tempest grabs Simon and drops him hard onto the steel with a DDT. Banzan meanwhile kicks Sigil low..
POWERBOMB AGAINST THE CAGE!
POWERBOMB ONTO THE PLATFORM!
THE COLLECTOR HAS BEEN SPARKED OUT.
The Mountain rolls him off the platform with a boot.
Mister Andy is meanwhile bouncing Redwing’s head off the stage, beating him around the circular platform. The Toy Maker lifts him up into the air and emphatically drops him chest first onto the steel, bouncing him off backwards.
He heads around it to see Corvus being double teamed once more by Two-Face and Viper.
DOUBLE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TWO TABLES!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
MISTER ANDY EVENS THE ODDS AND PULLS CORVUS AWAY FROM STANDING ON THE PLATFORM! HE REACHED OVER AND PULLED HIM AWAY.
Viper and The Split can’t believe it. They quickly climb up onto the platform and run Andy and Corvus back into the steel cage. They bounce away…
DOUBLE DROP TOE HOLD ONTO THE STEEL!
THERE’S VIPER ROBERTS AND TWO-FACE WITH A CLASSIC.
Redwing is now onto the stage too, making everyone except Sigil and Deathnote on it. Deathnote has vanished – we can’t see him anywhere.
There’s roughly five minutes left of the allotted time to get onto that platform and as it stands, neither Deathnote or Sigil will be making it two Level Two.
Luke Storm and Banzan have an alliance that remains intact. They grab Simon and toss him off the platform too before heading over to where Viper and Two Face remain.
The brawl quickly ensues.
Luke Storm and Viper Roberts go head to head.
Banzan and Two-Face take on one another.
Right and left hands are traded wildly…
But here comes Deathnote. He’s coming from the entrance ramp with a ladder. What the fuck is he doing?
He runs down the ramp and CLOCKS SIMON IN THE FACE WITH THE LADDER AS HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
He slides it onto the stage and gets up with it.
Luke, Banzan, Two-Face and Viper Roberts turn around…
DEATHNOTE RUNS THE LADDER INTO ALL FOUR OF THEM AND ALL FOUR THEM TUMBLE OFF THE PLATFORM IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS!
The Author Of Death sets the ladder up on its feet and moves around to Corvus, stomping away at him before slowly pushing him off the edge and onto the two tables.
What’s he thinking here?
He grabs Mister Andy and lifts him up into the air…
NO WAY…
HE BACKS UP THE LADDER WITH ANDY ON HIS SHOULDERS…
BURNING HAMMER!
DYING WISH! DYING WISH! DYING WISH THROUGH CORVUS AND THE FUCKING TABLES!
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
THERE’S CARNAGE EVERYWHERE! Deathnote just drilled Mister Andy with a Burning Hammer from atop the ladder, through Corvus and two tables!
But wait a second…
Redwing is on the platform…
What’s he doing?
The Caped Crusader is climbing the ladder left behind..
Oh no…
FLASH!
SIGIL JUST TELPORTED ONTO THE LADDER!
HE GRABS REDWING BY THE HEAD.
DDT!!
DDT OFF THE LADDER ONTO THE METAL PLATFORM!
OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF CARNAGE IS THIS!
As both men writhe in agony on the metal platform, it’s amazing that after getting Spiked, Redwing is even moving. That should’ve cracked his head like a nut.
On the other side of the platform – but not yet on it, Luke Storm, Banzan, Simon, Viper Roberts and Two-Face are brawling.
Luke tries to climb back onto the platform.
But Viper drags him off.
Simon tries to get back on.
But Two-Face drags him off.
Viper now goes for it.
Only Banzan is there to stop him.
There’s a mere couple of minutes left and no-one except Redwing and Sigil are on the platform.
This is going to be close.
Corvus, Mister Andy and Deathnote have barely stirred.
The Tempest…
SUPERKICK TO TWO-FACE!
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
SUPERKICK TO SIMON!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
SIMON DUCKS AND LUKE STORM HIT BANZAN! THAT’S SURELY THE END OF THEIR ALLIANCE!
SIMON SPINS…
GAMBIT!
THE SPINNING BACKFIST TO LUKE STORM!
Viper Roberts though has already taken his chance to get back onto the platform. He’s looking at the timer on the tron and watching the seconds count down.
Simon tries to join him.
BOOT TO THE FACE BY ROBERTS!
But wait…
CORVUS…
CORVUS IS ON THE PLATFORM BEHIND ROBERTS AND HE DOESN’T SEE HIM.
GARROTE!
REAR NAKED CHOKE TO VIPER ROBERTS! HE’S CHOKING HIM THE FUCK OUT ON THE PLATFORM!
Wait, Mister Andy and Deathnote are back on the platform. They’re down but on the platform!
Banzan and Luke Storm climb back up.
10….
9….
8….
Simon is stirring. Can he make it?
7….
6….
Two-Face is trying to climb up.
5….
4….
3….
2….
SIMON AND TWO FACE ARE UP!
1….
THAT’S THE END OF LEVEL 1 AND EVERYONE HAS MADE IT ONTO THE PLATFORM!
CORVUS, TWO-FACE, LUKE STORM, BANZAN, MISTER ANDY, DEATHNOTE, VIPER ROBERTS, SIMON, REDWING AND SIGIL ARE STILL IN THIS THING!
EVERYONE SURVIVES!
Corvus finally drops Viper Roberts, aggressively kicking him away but not before he’s attacked from behind by Two-Face. Two Face slams him into the steel cage and begins grinding his face across it.
There’s not a lot of room on this platform and there’s ten wrestlers fighting for the chance to get to the final level of this match. Everyone remains!
Banzan and Luke Storm are now trading right hands – their short-lived alliance ending with that Superkick.
Simon has mounted Deathnote and is delivering right hands to him.
Mister Andy and Redwing have somehow gotten back to their feet and are tussling, teetering on the edge of a fall.
Sigil meanwhile climbs.
He knows he needs to get to that top platform.
The Collector is the first person to make it up there, resting against the joysticks as others below continue fighting. He’s not going back down and he sure as hell will take his time to rest.
Everyone else though realizes this.
Before you know it, everyone conscious and able is climbing the cage.
Some are naturally slower than others.
Sigil is quickly up to see and at the first set of fingers he see’s, he stomps.
DOWN FALLS MISTER ANDY!
BUT HE LANDS ON THE PLATFORM.
He quickly rushes over to the next set, but there’s too many.
EVERYONE EXCEPT MISTER ANDY IS NOW ON THE PLATFORM!
THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!
As an utter brawl begins up top, Mister Andy has an idea. He grabs the ladder on the platform and folds it up, pushing it across so that it acts as a bridge with the barricade. What does he have in mind here?
He then begins to climb again.
This could be devastating.
Back on top of the structure and there’s brawling everywhere. People are being slammed up against the screen, into the joystick and having their heads smashed into the buttons.
Deathnote is finally punishing Simon, bouncing his head off the start button like a maniac. He eventually stops, pulling Simon back to his feet.
GTS!
GATHER THY SOUL!
GOODNIGHT SIMON!
The Author of Death ROLLS HIM RIGHT OFF THE EDGE OF TOP PLATFORM!
THE TASKMASTER SLAMS INTO THE PLATFORM BELOW! HOLY SHIT! HE COULD’VE BEEN ELIMINATED RIGHT THERE!
Death smiles but is suddenly dragged away by Two-Face.
HEADS OR TAILS!
SISTER ABIGAL!
NAILED HIM RIGHT ON THE START BUTTON! JESUS CHRIST!
Just then, Luke Storm is thrown full force into the joystick by BANZAN! HOLY SHIT! HE ALMOST SNAPPED IT IN HALF!
As Mister Andy makes it up on to the platform, he walks straight into a forearm by Banzan.
ANOTHER.
ANOTHER.
ANOTHER.
But Andy scoops him up..
SAMOAN DROP!
The Toymaker looks for Redwing, grabbing him and dragging him over to the edge of the Level 3 Platform. What’s he thinking?
Oh no.
You don’t think he’s going to…
No…
LUKE STORM FROM BEHIND!
Storm with a double forearm stops Andy, but Redwing tumbles, barely hanging onto the ledge. Luke backs the Toymaker into the screen, pummelling him with forearm shots to the face, unaware that Redwing is dangling.
AND HE LOSES HIS GRIP!
HE FALLS!
REDWING FALLS TO THE PLATFORM BELOW.
BUT WHOA…
HE… HE… HE LANDED IN A CROUCH!
The Caped Crusader landed into an epic crouched position, looking up with anger. He pulls a tool from his belt and fires a wire up over and onto the top level! It wraps around the fucking joystick!!
Redwing attaches it to his belt and begins his ascent!
What kind of madness is this?
AND SIMON GRABS ON! THE TASKMASKER LEAPS UP, GRABBING ONTO REDWINGS LEGS AND BOTH OF THEM ARE BEING PULLED BACK UP ONTO THE PLATFORM!
This is unbelievable.
Both men make it back up but Two-Face is there with a Dropkick to level Redwing before he can detach himself. Viper Roberts on the other hand is disconnecting the claw from being wrapped around the joystiq.
Redwing gets back to his feet.
VIPER ROBERTS SLAMS THE CLAW INTO HIS CHEST!
OH MY GOD!
HE MAY HAVE JUST KILLED REDWING!
The Caped Crusader falls, rolling off the edge and landing with a thud on the below platform, having fallen roughly 15 feet.
Roberts grins, turning to be caught by Banzan!
MAGGA!
MAGGA!
THE KINSASHA KNOCKS VIPER ROBERTS OUT COLD!
Banzan gets up, right near the edge – turning around to see Two-Face running at him.
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
RIGHT OFF THE FUCKING EDGE!
TWO-FACE SPEARS BANZAN OFF THE FUCKING EDGE OF THE PLATFORM AND BOTH MEN TUMBLE BELOW, SLAMMING INTO THE FUCKING STEEL!
OH MY GOD, THEY COULD BE DEAD!
Luke Storm looks absolutely stunned. He peers over the edge to look at the carnage, almost in disbelief.
There’s not long left of this Level and three of the ten participants lay unconscious or worse on the platform below!
GARROTE!
CHOKE TO LUKE STORM BY CORVUS!
CHOKE BY THE CROW!
Corvus drags Storm away with the choke, trying to knock him out so that he too can be toppled over the edge. The Tempest fights back with elbows, barely able to escape.
He stumbles forward, turns around..
SUPERKICK! LIGHTNING STRIKE!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Corvus catches the foot, spins him and NAILS A CLOTHESLINE!
Viper Roberts meanwhile is back to his feet, nearing the edge of the platform. He’s looking somewhat weary and here comes Deathnote!
DEATHNOTE RUNS AT HIM, LEAPING INTO THE AIR!
ROBERTS DUCKS UNDER THE LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!
KICK TO THE GUT!
ODE TO THE SNAKE!
DDT!
Back down on the bottom of the Platform and Redwing is back to his feet, the claw having been buried into his chest earlier still there. He yanks it out of the metal plate – having fortunately been saved by his armour.
Only here comes Mister Andy.
Andy runs at him.
SUPERFINE TURBINE BLAST RIGHT OFF THE PLATFORM!!!
GOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MISTER ANDY AND REDWING HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! THEY GO FLYING ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR, EACH ROLLING AWAY IN AGONY!
With Banzan and Two-Face still down and only minutes of this level left, we watch as both men climb back to their feet and begin their ascension up the stage. The trade right and left hands as they do, both managing to get to the top.
Their fingertips now present.
Two-Face looks up.
But it’s CORVUS!
CORVUS SLAMS A BOOT INTO HIS HEAD!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
ANOTHER!
TWO-FACE PLUMMETS BACK DOWN! HE PLUMMETS BACK DOWN, BOUNCING BACK FIRST OFF THE METAL PLATFORM AND ROLLING OFF OF IT INTO HIS ELIMINATION!
The time limit sounds and that’s the end of Level 2.
There’re seven competitors left and it’s all to fight for. This is the final stage. One of these men will go to Pandemonium to face the OSW World Champion. But who will it be?
Everyone is back to their feet. They’re exhausted and can you blame them?
It’s suddenly gotten a little cagey.
Corvus rushes towards Viper Roberts.
Deathnote storms towards Simon.
And Banzan and Luke Storm circle Sigil.
“We need you to listen,” Banzan says in exhaustion. “One way or another.”
He grabs him. Luke storm immediately starts going to work with right and left hands. Shot after shot to his mid-section, doubling him over. Sigil’s struggle knock them backwards to towards the screen.
BACKWARDS HEADBUTT!
RIGHT ACROSS THE NOSE OF STORM.
Luke stumbles, holding his face.
Sigil grabs Banzan and runs him backwards towards the edge!
As they struggle, Corvus grabs Viper Roberts and slams him into the hard floor with a massive Suplex.
Simon meanwhile is pummelling away at Deathnote.
Luke Storm walks away from the screen with a bloodied nose and immediately pulls Sigil away from Banzan.
DOWNPOUR!
CODEBREAKER!
THE COLLECTOR BOUNCES AWAY, ROLLING TOWARDS THE EDGE.
Banzan quickly reaches out to grab him, but he hangs on! SIGIL IS HANGING ON THE LEDGE WITH BOTH HANDS!
He pulls himself back up! Just barely!
Deathnote has Simon in position.
TURN THE PAGE! SISTER ABIGAL!
NO!
SIMON SPINS OUT.
GAMBIT!
SPINNING BACKFIST!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
SPARTA KICK! SPARTA KICK! SPARTA KICK!
DEATHNOTE SPARTA KICKS SIMON OFF THE FUCKING PLAFTORM!
THE TASK MASTER PLUMMETS TO THE STEEL BELOW!
HE’S BEEN ELIMINATED!
OH MY GOD!
Just then, Corvus OVER HEAD DROPS VIPER ROBERTS OVER THE EDGE!
HE JUST FUCKING LAUNCHED HIM OVER THE EDGE!
VIPER ROBERTS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! HE JUST CRASHED INTO THE BARRICADE FULL FORCE BELOW, LUCKILY FLIPPING OVER TO LAND ON HIS CHEST AND STOMACH! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! OH MY GOD! HE COULD’VE BEEN KILLED!
There’s only five left!
Corvus walks away from that and straight into Deathnote, who tackles him with a Spear. He immediately goes to work with right and left hands.
Meanwhile, Sigil is portal zapping.
He’s LEAPING THROUGH FUCKING PORTALS TO DELIVER RIGHT HANDS TO BANZAN AND LUKE STORM! THIS IS FUCKING INSANE!
Suddenly, he stops.
One portal is hovering above the ground.
One is on the platform.
HE REACHES OUT, GRABBING DEATHNOTE!
THE COLLECTOR THROWS HIM THROUGH THE FUCKING PORTAL!
HOLY SHIT!
DEATHNOTE JUST SLAMMED INTO THE FUCKING GROUND!
SIGIL ELIMINATES HIM! HOLY SHIT!
There’s four left.
As Sigil comes back through the portal, LUKE STORM NAILS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
SIGIL STUMBLES BACKWARDS!
STUNNER!
NO!
SIGIL PUSHES OUT.
HE CLUTCHES HIM!
JOURNEY’S END!
HOLY SHIT!
COSMIC LEAP GERMAN SUPLEX!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
BOTH MEN JUST DROVE NTO THE ARCADE MACHINE!
Sigil grabs Luke Storm and TOSSES HIM OVER THE EDGE!
THE TEMPEST SLAMS THROUGH THE LADDER BRIDGE BELOW! LUKE STORM HAS BEEN VIOLENTLY ELIMINATED BY SIGIL!
Sigil turns around to an angry Mountain. The Mountain spins him backwards towards his earlier opened portal.
HE RUNS AT HIM!
MAGGA!
MAAAAAGGGGGAAAAA!!
KINSASHA TO SIGIL! HE SENDS HIM THROUGH HIS OWN PORTAL!
AND THE COLLECTOR THUDS INTO THE GROUND WITH A MASSIVE SLAM! BANZAN ELIMINATES SIGIL USING HIS OWN FUCKING PORTAL!
We’re down to two.
Banzan and Corvus.
One of these two men is going to the Pandemonium Championship Match, but who?
Both men lock up.
They twist and turn for an advantage, which Banzan gains when he takes Corvus into a Side Headlock. He wrenches on it.
Corvus grabs him from behind, trying to lift him up, but The Mountain sandbags.
Even after everything he’s been through tonight – another assault by Leif Helvig and this match, he’s still going.
The Two-Time OSW Champion switches positions from the Headlock to Snap Mare Takedown, placing Corvus on his ass. He quickly backs up, running across him with a knee.
But Corvus rolls away, avoiding it entirely.
He pops back up…
CORVUS KICK!
FLASH KICK!
The Mountain stumbles.
The Crow rushes forward, tackling him. He quickly mounts, delivering fierce right hands until he decides to step away. Looking up at the screen, he tilts his head.
What’s he thinking?
He walks over to the edge of the unit, finding enough of a crack to dig his fingers in. Wait a second… he’s climbing the fucking unit!
Banzan slowly stirs just in time to see Corvus making his way up to the very top of the screen.
HE FOLLOWS!
As the Crow gets up, the Mountain is in hot pursuit. These two are no longer on the required platform – they’re on top of the arcade machine.
Corvus runs at Banzan WHO SIDE STEPS!He catches with a SAITO SUPLEX!
DUKKHA!
The Shadow Walker rolls to the edge.
Banzan quickly grabs him, looking to toss him off the edge and win this thing, but Corvus nails a back elbow that stumbles The Mountain. He gets back up…
MURDER OF BLOWS!
THROAT THRUST!
PALM STRIKE!
JUMPING ELBOW!
The Mountain can barely stand. He’s on jelly legs!
He swings wildly with a Clothesline that Corvus manages to duck, coming in from behind!
MARKED FOR DEATH!
ZIG ZAG!
THAT HAS TO DO IT!
Corvus rolls Banzan off the edge with his foot..
BUT HE SLAMS ON THE REQUIRED PLATFORM! HOLY FUCK!
THE MOUNTAIN LAYS THERE, HAVING ROLLED ONTO HIS BACK, HIS BREATHING HEAVY! HE’S OUT OF IT! HE’S OUT.
Corvus turns around…
NO…
DON’T DO THIS….
DON’T EVEN….
SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTING….
STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
PRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
NEVERMORE TO BANZAN! NEVERMORE TO BANZAN FROM THE TOP OF THE ARCADE MACHINE TO THE REQUIRED PLATFORM.
Corvus bounces off and rolls away in agony.
Both of these men are finished. Enough is enough. If The Crow can make roll Banzan off the edge then surely he heads to Pandemonium for an OSW Championship Match.
He crawls over, trying to push him with all his might.
But The Mountain is too heavy.
Banzan is dead weight.
The Shadow Walker pulls himself back to his feet and stumbles away. He watches as Banzan slowly begins stir – almost in disbelief. What’s he going to have to do?
As Banzan rises, Corvus grabs him, spinning him around and RUNNING HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH ONE OF THE FUCKING JOYSTICKS!
THE WHOLE THING SNAPS OFF WITH THE FORCE AS BANZAN FLIES THROUGH IT!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Corvus grabs the broken stick and demands that The Mountain rise again… and he does…
MAGGA!!
KINSASHA OUT OF NO-WHERE!!
BANZAN GOT UP, TURNED AND LEAPT WITH A MAGGA THAT KNOCKED CORVUS STRAIGHT DOWN!
The Mountain is busted wide open but calls for Corvus to rise. The Crow can barely move, but he’s not giving up. He’s not done.
He slowly rises to his feet only for Banzan to grab him, spinning around and…
BANZAN THROWS CORVUS THROUGH THE OTHER JOYSTICK! ONLY IT DOESN’T BREAK AND THE CROW SLAMS INTO IT, BOUNCING OFF!
OH MY GOD!
THE MOUNTAIN GRABS HIM A SECOND TIME…
WHAM!
ONE MORE TIME FOR GOOD MEASURE AND THE FUCKING JOYSTICK BREAKS! CORVUS HAS DAMN NEAR BEEN BROKEN THE FUCK IN HALF!
This has to be over now.
All Banzan has to do to have an opportunity at becoming three time Champion is throw Corvus over the edge.
He walks over unapologetically, pulling Corvus to his feet. He drags him violently towards the edge and PUSHES HIM OVER!
CORVUS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
BANZAN IS GOING TO PANDEMONIUM! THE MOUNTAIN WILL FACE OFF AGAINST THE OSW CHAMPION!
BUT THE BELL HASN’T SOUNDED.
WHAT?
THERE’S NO BELL!
BANZAN WALKS AWAY AND STOPS…
SOMETHING….
SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT.
FINGERTIPS!
FINGERTIPS!
CORVUS HANGS ON!
THE CROW IS HANGING ON BY HIS FUCKING FINGERTIPS!
The Mountain turns around to see Corvus crawling back up onto the platform. He can’t fucking believe it.
He immediately grabs The Shadow Walker, tossing him Overhead with a violent Overhead Suplex.
CORVUS LANDS ON HIS FEET!
HE RUNS UP THE SCREEN…
HE LANDED ON HIS FEET, RAN UP THE SCREEN AND LEAPT OFF…
LEAPING FLASHKICK!
CORVUS KICK TO BANZAN!
IT STUMBLES THE MOUNTAIN!
The Shadow Walker runs one more time at the screen as Banzan follows in trying to grab him.
HE FLIPS OVER HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING GARROTE!
HE’S CHOKING HIM OUT! HE’S CHOKING OUT THE MOUNTAIN!
They stumble backwards towards the edge whilst in the choke.
Wait a minute…
They’re going to go over…
Banzan uses his power to lift Corvus up from behind, RUNNING FORWARD TOWARDS THE SCREEN AND TURNING HIS BACK TO SLAM CORVUS STRAIGHT FUCKING INTO IT!
HE IMMEDIATELY RELEASES THE HOLD, BOTH OF THEM FALLING DOWN!
HOLY SHIT!
THE SCREEN IS CRACKED FROM THAT IMPACT!
Banzan crawls away from Corvus towards one of the broken Joysticks. He picks it up and waits for Corvus, who uses the screen to get himself back to his feet.
He stumbles out..
JOYSTICK TO THE SKULL!
NO!
THE SHADOW WALKER DUCKS IT!
HE THROWS A DAGGER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
ANOTHER…
WHAT THE FUCK!?
THE MOUNTAIN DROPS THE JOYSTICK AND SUDDENLY FREEZES IN PLACE!
CONTRACT KILL!
KILL IT WITH FIRE!
BANZAN HAS BEEN FUCKING PARALYSED!
POWERFUL PALM STRIKE TO THE FUCKING HEAD!
BANZAN FALLS BACKWARDS INTO THE SCREEN AND LAYS UNCONCIOUS AGAINST IT! OH MY GOD!
CORVUS GRABS HIM, TURNS HIM… RUNS HIM…
HEAD FIRST INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN!
BANZAN GOES THROUGH!
THERE’S SPARKS EVERYWHERE!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
THE MOUNTAIN JUST GOT DRIVEN INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN!
Corvus pulls him away and tosses him towards the edge of the platform! BANZAN ROLLS OFF!
HE ROLLS OFF, FALLING TWENTY FEET TO THE PLATFORM BELOW WITH A FUCKING THUD!
CORVUS HAS WON IT!
CORVUS IS GOING TO THE PANDEMONIUM OSW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!
OH MY GOD!
WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A NIGHT! WHAT A FUCKING WIN!
As that match comes to an end, Corvus stands tall on the platform before dropping to his knees in exhaustion.He’s done it.
There platform itself has been damn near destroyed.
Suddenly, the lights flicker.
Static.
Fire suddenly engulfs the entire arcade platform.
Corvus backs away to the edge as the flames roar towards him, stopping right before they’re about to engulf him too. He looks towards the ground with anguish, realizing the drop beneath him is some distance.
Just then, a figure seems to rise from the flame – as if from within it.
A recognisable figure.
Lee Crowley.
The King of The Underworld.
With the crown of thorns placed upon his head, he grins his vile smirk, pointing his crowbar at Corvus.
“You will bow to your King,” he growls sinisterly.
The fire subsides and Corvus runs at him, taking a massive Crowbar shot to the stomach for good measure.
That doubles him over, allowing Crowley to position himself from behind.
Crowbar in the mouth of Corvus.
HIDEOUS LAUGHTER!
BACKSTABBER WITH CROWBAR ASSIST!
The Crow rolls away in agony, holding his face and mouth as Lee gets back to his feet on a swivel.
The Mad King slowly pulls his arms up from by his sides, raising black shadowy demons from beside him. They don’t have faces – they’re just black in a human shape.
They suddenly attack.
Where the bodies are strewn below, the demons are attacking viciously, punching, kicking and throwing people around.
Luke Storm gets slammed head first into the metal stage, busting him wide open.
Viper Roberts is being strangled.
Deathnote and Simon are each being beaten on and there’s just chaos everywhere.
Suddenly, a white light appears and angels come to the rescue. Much like the demons, they’re just white light in a human shape, but they immediately come to the rescue of those being attacked.
As the war is waged across the Level Up platform, Crowley takes a seat in the middle of it, reminiscent of Ring King…
Smiling.
Hell has finally revealed themselves and the war is now more real than ever. A battle between Heaven and Hell rages on Earth and finds itself trapped inside The Slaughterhouse.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
How the fuck is Lee Crowley once again King of The Underworld?
Cut.